Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.